Monday, February 4, 2013

This is February?

The Super
Bowl is over and the Academy Awards are coming. Yes, winter must be fading,
right? Today it was 60 degrees, no wind, and not a cloud in the sky. There were
a few song birds about on limbs just like spring. I know it is too soon, and
that is why snow storms in February and March send me reeling! With warm days
like this and January torn off the calendar, I am ready to move on for sure.

I went about
numerous errands today without a coat. It was the most perfect air. I was in
and out of the drive, in and out the doors. On one pass I made by our picture
windows, I saw a brown back. Oh, since I have been imagining having a perfect
brown dog I could name Biscuit, I went to see if one had appeared. Just as I opened
the door and stepped to the rock wall of the porch, a monster reared on hind
legs to meet me! I nearly died when I saw this dog. I talked to her as she
seemed so friendly. But her paws on my rock wall were only slightly smaller
than my own hands.

I could see
she had a tag, but when I looked at her mouth. one that could take my arm up to
the shoulder, I backed off from reaching under her chin. I talked to her, but I
had to go on to the pharmacy. I left and she walked down to the neighbors. When
I came back she was lying on the porch of some new neighbor’s house so I thought
she was new too. I came home and started loading some boxes in the van for
another trip out. Suddenly, she was behind me again…trapped in my own garage by
this tail wagging Goliath. DH was coming in the back garage door at the same
time. We gave her a drink and she was SO thirsty. Once satisfied with water,
her jowls continued to drip like a drainpipe after a rain storm.

So we walked
her down to the corner, knocked and no, she was not his dog. The young man next
door walked over and no, he had no idea where this dog belonged. I could not
see this dog go to the pound! So we finally took the number off the rabies tag
and called. Miss Lily waited patiently while we called a vet that turned out to
be 80 miles away! But his mother had moved to our town and he knew from the
description this sweetheart had to be hers.

Note the size of those feet!

So we all
waited with Lily until her ride came. I was sad to see her leave, but then I
knew I really didn't want those slobbering jowls all over my furniture or in my
bed at night. Still this was the best part of my February day…meeting Miss Lily
and seeing her returned safely to her home.

3 comments:

Ohhhh, Claudia. You did your good deed for the day. You are right about the drooling jowls, though. Guess you are a doggie person rather than kitty? I'm a kitty person, myself. ANyway, maybe Lily will come back to visit. Susan